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Last Debts


Part 1: Last Night

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Don’t let people make fun of you for liking japanese culture.

I am living in japan right now and let me tell ya:

There are people here who can’t speak or understand English who play nothing but Missy elliot and ludacris, even in businesses like housing offices and restaurants.

There are people who have cowboy hats and dead cow skulls in their home because they idolize what they assume American homes are like.

There are people who learn English strictly through music videos and American television shows.

There are entire karaoke bars with english songs often sung by people who have no idea what the lyrics mean.

Japan often takes American shows like the powerpuff girls and make japanese versions of them.

They often mistake common Americans for celebrities. I have been mistaken for Micheal jordan, tiger woods, Shaquille o'neal, Tyler perry, and saddest of all: queen latifa.

The act of sprinkling English into your japanese sentences is considered cute and cool and is popular with teenagers. Bonus points if you happen to use it correctly.

Japanese stores sell shirts with english on them and people buy them not knowing that most of those word combinations are nonsense.

Don’t let someone shame you for singing an anime opening, using japanese in your sentences, wearing clothing with japanese on it, ect. If anything, this is just one more thing that you have in common with them.

what’s constantly going through my head:
  • dere’s no way I’m puttin those kids back in danga 
  • tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good 
  • uuuzzzzzt- 


  •  sO HERE’s how it goes once we win and WE WILL BE WINNING make no mistake 
  • we’ll be wat 
  • we’re already winning 
  • riiiiiiight
  • and we’ll tell them STRAIGHT OUT they let CRUTChie go or they KEEP getting Pounded 
  • Dave (!!!) what the HELL did they bust up ya brains or somethin as I recall DAVE we all got our asses kicked they won 
  • won the battle 
  • o cOme On 
  • jACKIE think abt it we GOT them surROUNDED 
  • here’s what I think joe’s a joick he’s a rattle snake 
  • ya right!! And ya know why a snake starts to rattle? 
  • no why 
  • cuz he’s SCARED 
  • pft sure 

go and look it up the poor GUYS head is spinning 

  • why would he send for the GOONS an entire army dozens of goons and the cops an- 
  • yanno ya may be right 
  • if he wasn’t afraid- 
  • eXACTLY 
  • he knows we’re winning 
  • get those kids to see we’re circling victory and watch what happens 
  • we’re doing something no one’s even tried and YES we’re terrified but watch what happens 
  • ya can’t undo the past 
  • SO just move on and stay on track 
  • (stay on track) 
  • cuz humpty dumpty is abt to crACK 
  • we’ve got FAITH 
  • we’ve got the plan 
  • anD WE’VE GOT JACK!!!!! 
  • we’re BAAAAAACK 


faeron-the-wanderer  asked:

My guy, what's the name of the manga you've been reblogging?

Its called 


Or in English

How Many Kilos are the Dumbbells You Lift?

I literally found it yesterday All thanks to @jake-everfree 

and its about these 2 girls which eventually turn to 5 

who want to start working out and going to the gym 

so theres Sakura Hibiki the blonde girl and my personal favorite whos basically just trying to lose weight cause she eats like Goku

and  Akemi Souryuuin the Dark Black Haired girl who is OBSESSED with Fitness and has a muscle fetish

And they get a BEAST OF A Personal Trainer named Machio

And he’s Just a Monstrous Intelligent Fitness Training Obsessed with helping them become Great!!

And the Manga goes in detail explaining Exercises.

Now I’m a Personal Trainer myself. I’ve been Certified the last 7 years and graduated college last year 

PS if you wanna hire me for online coaching just email me at jdownsfitness@gmail.com ;)

so I HONESTLY am Impressed with the facts they are spewing out. and THE MANGA IS F*CKIN FUNNY AS HELL! Because sometimes its slice of life fun.

Like a 29 year old teacher who loves to cosplay started working out so she could cosplay better 

and then it can turn into an ACTION BADASS SERIES just because Hibiki has Natural Gifts 

And everyones facial expressions will change to match the mood 

And its HILARIOUS, Its Fun, and just has so many things I appreciate as a Personal Trainer myself I LOVE THIS MANGA AND REAL TALK. Itss giving me 10x the Motivation to do better at fitness than OPM and yes even DBZ did back in the day 



Its only 18 chapters right now! So Go Read it and tell me what ya think. Also 

@train-go you should check this out :)

And I can start another poll! 

Like I when I got 1021 people to read the One Punch Man manga way before the anime premiered :) Booyah! Let me see how many we can get! Making a video on this on my channel later ^_^


  • Lucifer: Gonna start an apocalypse, gonna meet my son
  • *Double doors fly open, slamming against the walls*
  • Jack: What's up Daddy-O? Want some candy? How bout some whiskey? I looove humans so much, angels need to learn to be forgiving ya know? Oh, oh, I watched Brokeback Mountain last night and let me tell you-
  • Lucifer: *Sneering at the other angels* What the fuck have you idiots done to my son?
  • Balthazar: Made him awesome
  • Gabriel: Introduced him to television
  • Samandriel: Let him have a heart
  • Gadreel: Taught him to be a badass, but also forgiving
  • Castiel: Taught him drama and love
  • Lucifer: I'll. kill. you all!
  • Jack: Shut up dickbutt! God, you're so whiney. My son loves humans wahhh! Daddy doesn't love me waah. Boring
  • Gabriel: Good boy
Lipstick stains

Summary: She and Tom don’t exactly get along, but really, everyone knows they just need to bang.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Some swearing and some smut

A/n: I’m sorry this is so shitty :/ but let me know what ya think anyways :)))

“Nice ass.”

“And this is as close as you’ll get to it.”

“Wouldn’t want it anyway.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

It was a good feeling when she got the last word in. It meant she won that round, and boy, there were many rounds of snarky banter. Neither she nor Tom were overly fond of each other and did what they could to avoid any situation involving the other. However, when your best friends are dating, it’s inevitable. Kat and Haz, what a cute couple. She and Tom, no way in hell. Or at least, that’s what they said every time somebody suggested they ‘just make out already’. See, the thing with those two is that they had undeniable chemistry; the room was thick with sexual tension whenever they were together. It was apparent to everyone but them.

They were currently at the boys’ shared apartment. When Haz had asked the both of them to help him prepare for tonight, they had begrudgingly agreed. It was Kat’s birthday, and being a good boyfriend, he was throwing her a surprise party. As much as they disliked each other, she and Tom loved their friends.  

Haz had put them in charge of decorations, so here she was, standing on a wooden stool in the living room, Tom on the ground behind her. She was on her toes, trying to tape streamers to the ceiling. Due to the height difference, he had a perfect view of her ass. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hot – not that he’d ever admit that out loud.  

Suddenly she wobbled a little, and as if on instinct, he immediately reached out. He grabbed her waist, steadying her.

“Hands off, Holland,” she said sternly, not even looking at him.

“Geez, I was just trying to help,” he removed his hands, holding them up defensively.

“My knight in shining armour,” her words dripped with sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes at her.

Having finally taped that section, she asked Tom for another piece. The small seat she was standing on didn’t allow room for much movement. As she turned to take it from him, she lost her balance. With a yelp, she fell forward – right on top of Tom. They crashed to the floor in a loud heap.

They both groaned; him underneath her, she with her face pressed against his throat. She lifted her head and winced. Haz came running in.

“What is going on in h–,” he stopped midsentence when he saw them on the floor, in quite the compromising position.

He grinned.

“What happened?”

“It’s not what you think.”

“I’m sure,” he said amused, his grin getting wider. He contemplated taking pictures but thought better of it. They’d kill him.

“She fell on me,” Tom grunted.

“No, I didn’t!” she protested.

“You literally fell off the stool, onto me.”

“Okay, fine, I did,” she huffed as she stood up, checking for bruises.

Tom was still lying on the floor, taking a moment to recuperate.

“Um, mate?” Haz snickered, looking down at him.


Haz checked to see if she had noticed yet, before answering, “You got a little something there,” indicating his collarbone.

Tom swiped at the area, not finding anything.

“What? What is it?” he questioned. He too stood up and looked between the two, puzzled.

By now, she had realised what Haz was talking about and suppressed a smile.


She pointed at the mirror on the wall and allowed him to make the discovery. She and Haz exchanged a look and giggled.

“What the fuck?”

They burst out laughing. Right at the base of his throat, there was a perfect impression of her lips, her red lipstick staining his pale skin. Glaring at his reflection, he tried to wipe the mark away but only succeeded in smudging it.

“How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this?” he growled.

“Will you relax? It’s just lipstick,” she reassured.

“Yeah, that makes it seem like you two were getting intimate,” Haz snorted.

“Shut up,” the other two snapped in unison.

“Okay, okay,” he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna finish up in the kitchen. You guys should finish all this too, party’s starting soon.”

She nodded at him and turned to look at Tom. He was still rubbing at that spot and she could tell that it had spread all over his neck now.

Sighing, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a makeup wipe. She sauntered over to him and held out the tissue. He took it reluctantly and cleaned the lipstick off.

She crossed her arms and waited for him, expecting a thank you.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said instead.

“For what?” she asked in confusion.

“You fell on me, I cushioned your fall. You’re welcome,” he explained simply.

“My hero,” this time she rolled her eyes at him. “Come on, we gotta finish hanging these streamers.”

Grumbling, they returned to their assigned job.


“Let’s get this party started!” Kat screamed, raising her cup in the air. Somebody turned the volume up, and the crowd cheered, the apartment filling with music. She kissed Haz and dragged him into the middle of the room, dancing with him.

Tom smiled at his friends enjoying themselves. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes wandering the room before they landed on her. She was wearing a short black dress, hair cascading down her back. She was tipsy but moved with confidence in her heels. He watched her hips swinging in time to the beat of the song, her arms above her head. He admired the curves of her body, very evident in the confines of the tight fabric. It wasn’t long before some guy was behind her, his hands on her hips. She was unfazed, grinding against him. She spun around in his arms, her own coming down over his shoulders. As she moved closer towards him, Tom looked away, filled with a strange resentment.

He left the room, in search of more alcohol to distract him from this unwanted feeling.


She needed a drink. She had been dancing for what felt like hours and was desperately thirsty. Squeezing past the swaying bodies she made it to the kitchen. She noticed Tom leaning against the counter, talking to another guest. She moved towards the island bench across from him and grabbed a bottle, pouring some soda into a cup. She guzzled it down.

“All that grinding made you thirsty, huh?” he asked, more bitterly than he intended.

Putting the cup down she frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”


“It clearly means something.”

A thought dawned on her.

“Are… are you… jealous?” she asked in disbelief.

“Are you kidding? Why the hell would I be jealous?” he scoffed. He took a gulp of his drink.

“Fine,” she shrugged her shoulders, not really caring. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the left.”

She nodded her head once and pushed past party-goers in the direction he had advised.

In the bathroom she checked herself in the mirror. She tousled her hair, mind going back to her chat with Tom. What was up with him? Shaking her head, she rummaged through her purse for the tube of lipstick. Finding it, she removed the lid and applied a fresh coat. She pressed her lips together, evening out the colour. Just as she popped the lid back on, the door opened.

“Occupied,” she called out.

“It’s me,” Tom stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Oh. I was just leaving anyway.”

Zipping up her purse, she took one final glance at the mirror.  She saw Tom in the corner of her eye and bit her lower lip. He was wearing a black tee emphasising the muscles in his arms. His jaw was clenched and she noticed how sharp it was. She swallowed.

“Am I making you nervous?” he asked curiously.

“Of course not,” she forced herself to make eye contact, hoping she exuded more confidence than she was feeling.

“You seem nervous,” he took a step towards her.

She took a step back.

“Why would I be nervous? If I recall correctly, you were the one who sounded jealous earlier. Do I make you nervous?” she countered, trying to gain the upper hand.

“Not at all, and that wasn’t jealousy,” he continued to move towards her.

“What was it then?” her back hit the wall.

He was standing awfully close now. He filled her senses, sight, smell, hearing. She met his stare, refusing to look away first.

“It was frustration.”

“At what?” she almost whispered.

“At wanting to do this.”

He cupped her face and crashed his mouth against hers. Once she recovered from her initial shock, she found herself kissing him back. The rigidity of her body seeped away as they melded into each other. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped down to her back where they slipped further lower to her ass.

He lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss was messy and passionate as everything they had been holding in came flooding out. He sat her on the edge of the sink and stood between her legs with his hands on her thighs. Her dress had ridden up and the heat of his palms seared her bare skin. He slid one hand up and gripped her hip while the other remained on her leg. He leaned forward, pushing her back and she threw an arm behind to find a purchase to support herself. She accidentally knocked over a bottle but they barely noticed it clattering to the floor. Her legs hugged his waist she gripped his shoulder with her right hand.

Needing a breath, Tom broke the kiss, moving his lips down her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and she let out a moan as he found her sweet spot. She tangled her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, her other arm snaking back over his shoulder. She was lost in bliss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.

“Tom,” she moaned his name. Egged on by the sounds falling from her lips, he brought a hand up and slipped the spaghetti strap from her shoulder. He kissed down past her collarbone and along the soft skin of her shoulder.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.


It was Haz.

“Fuck,” Tom cursed, as they separated. He stepped back and went to the door, not looking at her.

She, in turn, slipped off the sink and wiggled her dress back down to an appropriate length. She pushed her hair out of her face and turned to the mirror above the sink. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth and her cheeks were flushed.

He opened the door.

“Yes, mate?” annoyance in his tone.

Haz’s mouth fell open in surprise when he saw Tom, but then he noticed her in the bathroom behind him. He smirked.

“Uh, you’ve got a little something…,” he repeated his words from earlier in the day.

“Huh?” Tom walked over to the sink where she was still standing.

He too, had her lipstick smudged over his mouth and chin. He dropped his head, shaking it.

“Wait ‘til I tell Kat,” Haz said gleefully, running off in the direction of the living room.

She looked at Tom. Then she went to the door and closed it. He turned to her when he heard the click of the lock.

“What are you doing?”

“We weren’t done.”

Tagging: @spideyontherun 

The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)

You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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is Tom Holland a boobs or butt type of guy...

  • i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again
  • he don’t discriminate, he love the tiddy and the booty imo
  • i mean i think he’s the type of guy who goes “why not have both” 
  • ya know what i mean
  • hear me out okay
  • so
  • as much as Tom loves having you in him arms, snuggled to his chest he’s always a sucker for lying his head on your chest because boobs make some great pillows 
  • but what if you’re lying on your stomach 
  • he’s perfectly happy to just lie his head down on your bum and take a nap right there
    • “tom that’s my butt not a pillow,”
    • “what’s your point,” before drooling all over it 
  • best nap he’s taken let me tell you 
  • of course there’s also the mornings where you’ll wake up with bruises littering the tops of your bust
  • tom smirking as he admires them 
    • “i just can’t help myself, they’re perfect,” and 
    • “they’re out little secret,” as he places small kisses over the bruises
  • but don’t get me wrong, he’ll playfully bite your bum if he’s lying on it making you squeal 
    • “sorry babe,” sheepishly as he blushes a little realising what he just did
    • but you kinda love it 
  • he’d make grabby hands at you when you leave the bed to get ready in the morning
  • and your give in, walking over to him expecting him to pull you back in bed
  • but that cheeky fucker just gropes your breasts
  • with zero shame 
    • “squishysquishysquishy,” as you burst out laughing 
  • he’s the type of guy to give your bum a tap when you’re in line and the line moves
  • or he’ll just use your bum as a makeshift drum, tapping random rhythms while he watches TV and you read
  • whenever his arm is wrapped around your waist his hands always migrate towards the booty
    • “you’ve wandered a little low there, Holland,”
    • “I know,” with the cheekiest smirk ever
  •  he’s definitely stuck his head in between your boobs on multiple occasions
    • like if he’s tired 
    • or needy 
    • or horny 
    • or just bored  
  •  honestly he just wants to love each and every part of you 
  • because he believes everything about you is perfect 
  • and he tries to prove it everyday 
  • and he does a great job at it
  • (’:
A Drunken Dream

“Cas, why…why do keep comin’ back to me?”

Dean slurs the question out as Cas helps him back to his bedroom at approximately three in the morning, arm slung over his shoulder like a soldier wounded in combat.

Cas had come home about thirty minutes prior to discover him half-conscious at the kitchen table, empty liquor bottles surrounding him like garnish.  Apparently, their latest hunt had not gone well:  they killed the pagan god they were after, but not before five virgins were killed. 

Dean hadn’t taken it well. 

“I mean it, Cas,” he repeats, when Cas ignores it the first time.  “Why do you keep comin’ back.”

“Shush, Dean,” says Cas, gently but firmly.  “You’re drunk.”

“I’ve never been no good for you, Cas,” Dean slurs, sounding emotional.  “Never…never no good.” 

“That isn’t true.  And you just used a double negative.”

“Naw, no, no, you’re bein’…you’re bein’ too nice to me,” Dean insists, holding up an unsteady index finger.  “I…I hurt you, Cas, I know I did.  I made you leave the bunker when you were all…all human and squishy.  Anything could’ve happened to you out there, but did I care?”  He shakes his head adopting an exaggerated scowl.  “Naaaaawww.  Big man Dean Winchester, he doesn’t care what happens to his buddies.  They lose they’re angel powers, an’ BAM!  He kicks ‘em to the curb.”

Cas swallows, not liking to dwell on the subject.  “You’re referring to yourself in the third person,” he states, attempting to divert the subject.  “That is also grammatically -”

“And when I was all high on the Mark of Cain, an’ I nearly killed you?  I never even tried to apologize for that, not…not proper anyway.”
 He examines him out of the corner of his pinkened eye, red rims Christmas-y in conjecture with the green.  “You…you wanna know why, Cas?” 

“Dean, you’re highly inebriated.  I’d advise you not to say anything you’ll later -” 

“’Cause how do I ever,” he says anyway, free arm waving emphatically.  “Make up for somethin’ like that?  Huh?  Do I just say, ‘sorry, buddy, I nearly…killed ya in cold blood in your own home,’ an’ just leave it at that?  What am I s’posed to do, Cas?  Huh?  What am I s’pose to do, besides pretend it never happened?”

“You’re doing just fine, Dean,” Cas offers, which sounds bizarre in context, but he doesn’t know what else to say.

“Oh!  And when you were crazy,” Dean continues, barking out a drunk, humorless cackle.  “Let me tell ya, Cas, the way I treated you?  I spent every last day I was in Purgatory regrettin’ that…wishin’…wishin’ I coulda done different.  ‘Specially if I wasn’t never gonna see you again.”  He pauses, drilling idly at his ear with his pinky finger.  “But then I found you, and what was I s’pose to do then, Cas?  Huh?  What was I s’pose to say?” 

“Dean -”

“’Oh, heya, Cas.  Just wanna tell ya, I take back what I said about not carin’ that you’re broken an all.’”


“’Yeah, I’m awful sorry you’re broken, Cas.  I’m sorry I broke ya, when you first touched me in Hell, an’ I had to take it out on you because I just couldn’t come to terms with it.  That I had to make myself hate you just to come to terms with the fact that the one good…one beautiful thing that happened to me, was broken because -” 

Dean!  That is enough,”  Cas snaps, willing himself not to hear anymore.  “We’re almost at your bedroom.  Until then, I’d thank you to remain quiet.”

“Okay, okay.  Sheesh,” Dean huffs.  “Mister Bossy Pants allova sudden…”

Soon, they round the corner to Dean’s bedroom.  With the help of his grace, the door swings open and they lope over to Dean’s bed, where Cas lets him flop back on the memory foam.  

He kneels down beside the bed in an serendipitous recreation of the prayer position, stooping to undo the laces of Dean’s combat boots.

“Y’know after the apocalypse,” Dean’s voice slurs out above him.  “You…you stayed.”  He props himself on his elbows, watching as the skilled, slender fingers undo his shoelaces.  “Why’d you do that, Cas?  Why’d you stay for me, after all your buddies went home?”

Cas’s brow rumples.  “What are you talking about, Dean?  There never was an apocalypse.”

“Not for reals, maybe,” Dean concedes.  “But in the alternate timeline Mister Dick-With-Wings Zach sent to me, there sure’s hell was.  And you…you were still there, Cas:  doped up on prescription pills and down a pair of wings, but you were still there.”  Dean’s voice is different now, almost quietly perplexed, as though he just can’t figure out why anyone would endure that for his benefit.

Cas says nothing, the delicate fan of his eyelashes prominent over his cheekbones as he occupies himself with pealing off Dean’s second combat boot. 

“You…you died for me, Cas,” Dean says incredulously, as if realizing it for the first time.  “You died, you died willingly, for me.”  He pauses, staring off, comprehensively, into space.  “And not just then, but…but so many other times, too.  Why’d you do that for me, Cas?  Why’d you keep comin’ back to a guy who’d ‘cause you all that much trouble?”

Cas sighs, getting to his feet with a soft oof.  

“Dean,” he says quietly, looking down at the drunken figure with soft, sad eyes.  “I think, deep in your heart, you already know why.”

Dean stares at him, then he swallows wetly, head shaking lightly from side to side.  “No.  No, I gotta hear you say it.”  

“Dean -”  Cas starts to protest, but he’s cut off by the feeling of Dean’s warm, calloused palm grasping his own.  It’s a desperate gesture, almost a plea in and of itself.

“Please, Cas,” he whispers.  “Just this once, I gotta hear it.  I need to hear you say the words.” 

Cas looks down at him, at the damp, desperate green eyes looking up at him, silently begging for an answer.  Cas wets his lips. 

“It’s because I love you,” he whispers. 

Dean swallows, blinking wetly.  “Say it again.”

Cas’s eyes flutter shut, thumb stroking almost subconsciously over Dean’s.  This wasn’t how he wanted his first ‘I love you’ to go, but then, when did the universe ever behave according to plan?

“I love you, Dean.”

It’s still barely audible, but it’s evidently all Dean needs.  Next thing Cas knows, he’s being tugged down into an open-mouthed kiss, Dean’s warm, wet lips still somewhat bitter with the residual taste of whisky.  

Cas’s first instinct is to melt into the sensation, to cherish Dean’s pliable, human warmth forever and ever, right here and now, but he forces himself to pull away.  

“No,” he says firmly, pushing Dean back onto the bed.  “No, Dean, you’re drunk.  It isn’t right.” 

Please,” Dean whines, still attempting to follow the sensation.  “Please, Cas, I…I want this, I swear I do, I’ve waited so long -” 

“So have I.  But I will wait until you’re sober and able to give me proper consent.” 

“Damn it, Cas, m’not a vessel.”  Dean sounds frustrated.  “And I’m not some sort of chick, either, so you don’t need to -”

“I always need consent,” Cas almost snaps at him.  “You are the person I love, Dean, and I’ll respect your boundaries even if you do not.”

Dean looks as though he’s about to say something else, then thinks better of it, mouth flopping slightly open and then closed again.  He looks almost abashedly off to the side.

Cas can see he’s feeling uncertain, somewhat embarrassed about propositioning Cas so aggressively.  He squeezes his hand reassuringly.   

“Go to sleep, Dean,” he says gently.  “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Dean looks at him hopefully.  “You will?”

“Of course,” he assures him.  It’s only when he strokes his thumb over Dean’s that he realizes they’re still holding hands.  “I always watch over you, Dean.” 

Dean’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, appearing to think it over.  “Will you…will you lay in bed with me?”  Cas eyes him dubiously, and Dean’s eyelids flutter.  “Please, I just wanna hold you…just wanna feel you.  I won’t try anything, I promise.”

Cas considers it, but finds himself cracking under the pleading emerald gaze.  He crawls into bed, trench coat and all, allowing his head to rest atop Dean’s rib cage.  He finds it comforting, the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat, the steady heave of his lungs.    

It only occurs to him that this is happening, really happening, as he feels Dean’s warm, strong arms envelope him, and he realizes that he actually said it:  after all this time, he told Dean he loves him.  

Of course, he’s said it before, in what he thought would be his last moments after being impaled by the venomous spear, but this time is different:  Sam and Mary aren’t here, and there’s no room for ambiguity as to who he’s talking to.  He’s told Dean he loves him.     

Up till now, he’s been too preoccupied with managing Dean’s drunkeness to realize the full magnitude of what’s just transpired.  Now he’s beginning to, and it’s frankly overwhelming.  

“You’ll be here when I wake up, right?”  Dean inquires, jogging him from his introspective stupor.

“Yes, Dean.  Go to sleep,” he murmurs, adding, “I love you,” just to confirm to himself that he actually said it.  Finally said it. 

“I love you too, Cas.  G’night.” 

Cas swallows, attempting to pretend his entire sense of reality hasn’t been completely upended.  They’ll have a lot to talk about in the morning. 

“Goodnight, Dean.” 

Tricks (Part 1)

Request: Hello! How are you? Could I request a Joker x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and joker ends up betting he can seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ scenario haha Thanks lovie

A/N: I COMPLETELY fell in love with this idea this is cute AS FUCK. Part 1 of ??

Pairing: Joker x reader 

Summary: Joker makes a bet he can seduce the reader but finds out he’s met his match. 

Warnings: Sexual implications? Probably swearing? Joker stuff. 

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Something that took forever for me to learn with fanfiction dialogue.

it’s okay to make your character stumble over, and to think about their words.

It’s okay to give characters speech patterns and let me tell you why;

It’s natural.

Every single person has a speech pattern. We all speak differently, we speak like our personalities and it’s a good way to get to know a character.

Something I’ve noticed in YA books in the characters speaking without filler words like ‘well’, ‘anyway’, ‘like’, ‘literally’.

And remember: it’s okay to use these! Make your dialogue more realistic, and more human!

Sometimes, people talk slower, and have to think about what they want to say.

Sometimes, people stumble over their words because they’re anxious.

Sometimes, people talk really fast and blur their words together because they’re afraid to forget what they want to say!

Selective people prefer not to talk at all, and like to stay mute for their own safety or comfort, and the best you can do is respect them for choosing it.

It’s okay to use phrases like, ‘yknow’, ‘uh’, ‘uhm’, ‘mhm’ because it’s how we speak in the real world.

It’s okay to have characters hum in thought, or use their body to portray that they’re thinking!

Some people fiddle with something in their hands while thinking!

Some people bite their lips in thought.

Some people hum under their breath while they think.

Silent ways of telling the reader that your character is thinking words that they’re not ready to say yet!!

It’s okay to have your character repeat words and or phrases when excited and when they can’t contain it! Sometimes, we just get so excited, that we aren’t thinking about how many times we say things.

It’s okay to write a character repeating themselves, especially if they want to get their point across to someone/if someone didn’t understand their point in the first place.

Non-verbal replies!!!

Shrugging of the shoulders, incoherent mumbles, hand gestures, use the power of writing to describe a reply or phrase with facial expressions, or physical movement!! Silence is okay too, if it’s needed!

Silence can speak just as much as words!

Dialogue is important.

Dialogue that flows and is human is i m p o r t a n t!!

therapist:how do you think/feel about that?

me,1% of the time:gives an actual answer’

me,99% of the time:i dont know lol

OK SO I’ve never really did one of these long theory posts but here I am. I’m prob gonna do one about Shiro too but when i have HD pictures cause my internet sucks so my netflix is blurry. I have more pictures for this theory.

ANYWAY I’m going to talk about this lovely lady ACXA

NOTE: This theory ISNT about how she related to Keith, it’s possible but I dont have anything to back it up to me her looks aren’t something that would give it away or facial expression. That’s a very broad so to me it’s not good enough backing.

I’m going to talk about her possible character development.

I want to mention that she is very merciful from what i’ve seen. It seems she doesn’t want to really hurt anyone or kill anyone as much as possible compared to the others. Only other one would be probably Ezor she just seems like she’d rather toy with people more than anything. BUT a few examples as to why Acxa is more merciful than she comes off to be .

1: She had many chances to just kill Keith and Hunk off (blah its a kids show i know) but she didn’t she learned from them that their paladins of Voltron she could have shot keith when leaving but I feel she would’ve knocked his bayard from his hand instead like she did to Lance and then kicked him back.

2: In this scene she emphasized on “KILL NO ONE” and she got shot at a second after they disbursed. She went after them and shot at their guns not THEM to disarm them and put them in a force field.

Now I wanna get a major one that happened

3: She remembered and she HESITATED and then she moved to another stance what I’m guessing was to get either get a better look at his face OR for Ezor to have a better angle to hit him maybe both. But the fact is she REMEMBERED and hesitated once she did…She maybe fighting him but I think part of her is very thankful for him saving her. Because if he didn’t she probably would have died in there.That small memory might have meant ALOT more than we think.

4: She stopped Zethrid when she wanted to fight them more and pummel them. But a keyframe after this I want to linger on is this one

It had menacing music and a face like that tell me she is PISSED that Acxa stopped her I’ve gotten to a point if I see this I automatically assume the worst such as Plotting Revenge. So to ME this face says “she’ll pay  for that” in other words do something such as frame her, make her purposely mess up, make Lotor HATE her. I know it’s just a small frame but I like to think some things are important even though they necessarily might not be. Either that or she was just a grumpy mcgee and was upset she didnt get to blow them up.


Remember her piloting that ship made out of the comet and fighting Voltron? It was a main part of the episode of course you do. and that she shot the teledove piece

Sweety you know you done fucked up and she knows it too. SHE FAILED! LOTOR IS MAD!

THESE are critical moments to me FAR more than the others. WHY?! Because this seems major its a critical failure because Lotor NEEDED the blue prints of that teledove piece as a Blueprint and it was probably the ONLY one of its kinda that was left over DESTROYED. The ending was funny because they went into the past on the episode right after we don’t see the present, so something is telling me that she is going to regret letting that teledove slip away.

Lotor put his trust in her and she failed so she’s probably going to get demoted from second in command. OR worse as in paying dearly for that loss so ya know getting booted completely from his generals. She seems more distance from the others and does her own thing unless ordered otherwise she’s DEATHLY loyal to Lotor maybe even loves him but once she betrayed by him…she won’t know where to go.

In other words.. What if she switches sides and becomes part of team Voltron. She definitely seems ALOT more willing than the others if she’s betrayed she runs and also WHAT if she runs WITH the ship Lotor made and if anything if she disappears and joins Voltron she could also have a TUN of information they could use. From what i’ve seen they’ve emphasized on her character more than any of the other generals.

I wanted to make this while I had the willpower because I want to see if I’m right when next season comes out.

Besides I LOVE the thought of getting a new badass alien on the Team

Look ok I know loads of people are mad that canonically Andreil never say the words ‘I love you’. And I’ve seen people argue for them saying it, at least just the once, and I’ve seen people argue against and say that they say other things that they know mean ‘I love you’ like ‘stay’ and ‘always’. And I think both groups have really good points but when I first read that in the extra content, I didn’t read it as ‘they say other things that mean I love you’ or that ‘they must say it at least once’. I read it as ofc they love each other; they have that feeling the chemicals or whatever you classify love as. But the actual words themselves couldn’t mean jack shit to them. Love didn’t mean jack shit to them.

 When they say ‘stay’ or ‘always’ or ‘I won’t let you let me be’ they mean exactly what they’re saying, nothing more, nothing less. You mean to tell me that Andrew “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you” Minyard wouldn’t just straight up say ‘I love you’ if he wanted to? Yes it’s a sore point in his history, but not in comparison to something like ‘please’, or ya know, actual sex which is something he works on with Neil to the point where they actually have sex before they’re even out of university. You can’t tell me ‘I love you’ would be more of a trigger than that. Like. Andrew doesn’t say ‘I love you’ because it doesn’t mean as much as other things he could say. Saying ‘I love you’ wouldn’t be a milestone, it would be a step back. It would be cheapening this huge incredible nothing he has with Neil into something any old person could experience.

 As for Neil, who’s sort of the words to Andrew’s action (though that’s not to say Andrew doesn’t speak or Neil doesn’t act) he’s probably more prone to waxing lyrics about this nothing between them, especially because grounding touch isn’t always possible for Andrew so he has to use words instead, but you know he always says the right words to Andrew. Not the words Andrew expects, but always the right ones. ‘I love you’ wouldn’t be the right ones, and I don’t think Neil would need to say them, because it wouldn’t be something that would surprise Andrew. I don’t think Andrew’d stiffen in surprise or tell Neil to shut up; I genuinely think Andrew would just be like “duh”. ‘I love you’ doesn’t mean anything permanent, doesn’t indicate that Neil wants Andrew in his life forever. Permanence would be the kind of thing that would mean something to Andrew, that someone wants him, Andrew Minyard, who only knows how to destroy, to willingly wrecking ball through their life. Why would Neil say ‘I love you’ when he could say ‘I miss you’ or ‘I believe you can be gentle’, things that prove he knows what Andrew really needs and wants to hear.

Anyway I have a lot of feelings but I will continue to happily read fics on any opinion of this, this is just mine.

off to sleep


The Real You (Joker x Chubby!Reader)

Requested by Anon: “I was wondering if you could pretty please write a fan fiction were the joker falls for a chubby reader, btw your amazing!!!!!”

A/N: I hope this is okay, I’ve never written anything like this before. So, I really hope its alright! 

You’re eyes scanned over the models thin bodies as you flipped through the pages of your magazine. You sighed, closing the magazine and shoved it away from yourself. Standing, you walked over to the large mirror that hung on the wall. Your hands ran over your figure, pinching at loose skin as a frown slowly rose to your features. Your eyes glanced over at the discarded magazine, the model on the cover posing in such a way that showed off her thin figure.

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baby fever - dad!tom

Summary: Tom reaaaaally wants to have a baby.

-when you and Tom got married, you planned on taking a year or two to enjoy married life together before you began thinking about starting a family

-it’s been a little over a year now and Tom has been hinting that it’s something he wants sooner rather than later

-just little things like always pointing out cute babies to you and saying things like “I can’t wait to do that with our kids”

-it gets worse at Christmas, spent in London this year, when you meet Tom’s cousin’s 10 week old baby girl for the first time

-his cousin and her husband are staying at a hotel nearby Tom’s parents’ house and they come over christmas eve along with all Tom’s family nearby

-everyone has already met the baby except for Tom and you so his cousin is holding her and saying, “these are your cousins, Tom and (y/n)” and Tom says “can I hold her?” and picks the baby up under her arms being really careful and making sure her head/neck is supported and saying “hiii babyyy” in that coo-ey baby voice as he settles her against his shoulder

-Tom is smitten he holds that baby so much over the three days that his cousins are around

-after presents are opened he lays on the floor next to her while she’s just laying under one of those pack n play mat things kickin around at the little dangly things in her face and he’s just watching her with this wistful smile and you just know he wants a baby asap

-his cousin says something to you like “Tom looks right at home in dad mode. have you two thought about when you’ll start a family?” and you’re like “we’ve talked about it as something in the near future but I’m pretty sure after this weekend he’s gonna be on my case about it” bc look at him he’s like in love

-at one point you’re holding the baby and she falls asleep and you’re thinking okay she is freaking adorable but anyways Tom’s watching you fondly for a while and then comes over and puts a hand on your back and whispers in your ear, “you holding a baby is kind of turning me on” and you’re like “Tom” widening your eyes at him to tell him to shush

-when you guys leave after the holiday his dad says “start working on my grandchildren soon, will ya?” and his mom elbows him and is like “Dom, leave them alone” and turns to you guys and is like “don’t let him pressure you, take your time” and you just like laugh awkwardly

-and on the way to the airport Tom’s like “so what my dad said…maybe we should start thinking about it” and you turn to him and teasingly are like, “oh, I know you’ve been thinking about it already, baby whisperer”

-you visit your family back home over new year’s and your extended family has already left so you’re like phew just the parents and siblings no babies but then at one point during the weekend your sister goes “you know what this family could really use?” and you’re like “what” and she’s like “a baby” and she’s staring at you deadass and you’re like “thanks for the hint pal” and Tom’s just sitting there looking at you like see everyone agrees with me

-like two weeks later one of your best friends has her first baby and you go down to visit in the hospital and you text Tom a picture of the cutie and he responds “let’s have one”

-so when you get back home you’re telling Tom all about the new baby and after Tom’s like “I was serious when I said we should have one”

-and you’re like “now?” and he’s like “why not?” and so you have a looong conversation about life and careers and how you could make it work in the next year and half or so and the pressure you’re feeling from everyone to have a baby and whether or not you feel ready but at the end of it all you call and schedule an appointment to have your IUD removed in two weeks

-he’s with you when you call and he’s just like all smiley as you hang up the phone with your gyno’s office

-later that night you guys have some really great sex and afterwards he’s looking at you all dreamy-eyed and says “i can’t wait to have a baby with you” awW

-so you get your IUD removed and you’re keeping it to yourselves that you’re trying to get pregnant

-and all the trying-to-make-a-baby sex is like, really hot tbh, like it just has this greater purpose and makes you feel so connected and just mmm yeah it’s real good and you’re not stressin even though it’s not happening right away because you know it takes your body a bit to get back on track after all the years of birth control so you’re just enjoying the ride ya know

-like 3 months after you start trying, Tom’s parents and uncle are in town and you all go to dinner and the uncle is Dom’s brother, the one whose daughter had the cute baby who you met at Christmas, and Uncle Mike starts talking about his granddaughter and Tom just squeezes your knee under the table

-after a while Mike is like “Dom, are you bitter I got a grandchild before you did?” bc Mike is Dom’s younger brother and they had this race going in their heads I guess and Dom laughs but half seriously turns to you guys and says, “yep, still waiting”

-Tom without thinking goes “we’re working on it, Dad, relax” and his mom is like “you are?!” all happy and excited and you give him a lil side eye like dammit TOm 

-but they’re very happy to hear that you guys are trying and bc you know Tom’s mom will tell your mom if you don’t,  you casually slip it into a conversation with your mom over the phone the next day that you and Tom are trying to get pregnant and she’s so so happy too and starts gushing about how great a dad Tom will be and it makes you smile

dad!tom dad!tom dad!tom dad!tom ahhhhhhh sorry if this is a tease bc he’s not technically a dad yet in this but STILL its STARTING

also like we said earlier this is not the end of boyfriend!tom we still have lots of ideas and things to post we’re just skipping all around the timeline bc that’s how we like to do things

xoxo, L & A